Today, my daughter was so ecstatic going inside the house. So once she took off her coat, bookbag, and shoes, she screamed out, “I’m in i level!” Now, in the beginning of the year, she started in the e reading level. Reading didn’t come as easy to Emma, although she’s in the level where she should be at her age. We just hoped it came naturally, but it didn’t. She really worked for it, and because of this, we are incredibly proud of her. From E to I. So, she called Perze on the phone and gave him the great news. I heard him say, “I’m so proud of you. Because of that, let’s go get you that doll you wanted.” I saw Emma raise both her hands to the sky, break out in tears, and said, “this is so amazing.” We’re so amazed and very proud with this accomplishment because we know what it took to get here. She asked me, “am I lucky?” I replied, “no. You worked hard for this and you deserve it. It’s not luck, it’s hard work.” Thank you Lord. Continue to encourage her and bless the work of her hands.
Last night, while tucking emma to sleep, after our prayer time: me: mamam prays too long sometimes, don’t I? I’m sorry, monkey. emma: it’s ok. It’s like my memory verse, “pray without ceasing.” me: you’re very right! Jesus, wants you to know him, and praying doesn’t mean you use him to get things you want. Sometimes, the more you spend time in prayer, you’ll see He lets you know more and more of who He is and the more you love Him. *thank you, Tatay, for teaching her that important verse. #6years
Our second daughter, Zienne is a very verbose child. At 29 months, she can clearly express what she wants and how she feels, even better than her sister could at that age. Yesterday was somewhat of a milestone. After we came back home from trick or treating, Zienne was very proud of her loot and just wanted to enjoy it so she had a couple of candy bars and then some. Right after dinner, she asked for more candy, and that request was promptly declined due to the amount that she’s already consumed. This girl went into pout mode, mumbling something which eventually got louder up to the point where you can hear … “You don’t love me anymore”. My wife and I quizzically looked at each other and started laughing. Where does she get these things? Seriously, where does she get these things from? Because we don’t know. Crazy teenagers.